I love the sunlight
That comes and goes.
It is easy to write
Of eternal night,
And to compose
Flowery verses
About one’s mortality.
But many a poet curses
The reality
Behind his poetry.
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh Kevin I so understand this one. Sadly.
Thank you Lorraine. I thought you would understand. Best wishes, Kevin
Best Wishes to you Kevin. Life is hard for everyone right now. I hope you can enjoy a walk today. X
Thanks Lorraine. I’ve not long returned from a walk in Spa Woods. It was good to be outdoors.
It would be Kevin. Takes the mind off things a but. Are you O.K?
Thanks Lorraine. I am OK, thanks. I hope all is OK with you?
Yes thanks. Apart from being a gruelling day trying to findnpeoole to get food for us. We won’t come under the army thingy, even though neither myself nor my husband can shop. I think it is going to be a constant battle. But we had a nice druve out this afternoon, abd there were newborn lambs maaing and baaing. Mloveky,
I’m glad you managed to have a drive out and see the lambs Lorraine. I see from one of your post that you have found a Facebook group who can help you shop. I’m pleased that you now have help.
Thankyou Kevin. Yes, things have improved. I hope that you are ok. I could not of course see the newborn lambs, but they were making a helluva nousenlol. Just like babies. And their mums were replying to them with a much deeper maaa. Lol
Thanks for this poem, Kevin.
You are welcome, Robbie
True word!
Thank you Angela.
So very true!
Thank you, I’m pleased you can relate to my poem.
Your welcome!
True words—often why we write
Thank you, I’m glad my poem resonates with you.